"It's like their cheek to challenge us.

We mean to give them a lesson." "Mind you do," said Telson, "or it'll be jolly rough on Parrett's.

No end of a poor show you made at the Rockshire." "Look here, Telson," said Parson, gravely, "suppose we don't talk about that.

We were just wondering if Gilks had got a key to Todhunter somewhere." Telson laughed.
"Wonder if he hadn't! He's got more cribs than school books, I think." "I say," said King, most persuasively, "could you collar it, do you think, old man!" "Eh?
No," said Telson; "I draw the line at that sort of thing, you know." "Well, then," said King, evidently in a state of desperate mental agitation, "could you ever find out the answer for Number 13 in Exercise 8, and let me know it in the morning?
I'd be awfully obliged." Telson said he would see, whereat King was most profuse in his gratitude, and Telson received several other commissions of a similar nature.
These little matters of business being satisfactorily settled, the company proceeded to the discussion of more general topics.
"Fearful slow term this," said Parson, with a yawn.
"Yes," said Telson, spreading a piece of bread with about a quarter-of- an-inch layer of jam; "we're somehow done out of everything this term." "Yes.

We can't go out on the river; we can't go into town; we can't go and have a lark in Welch's; you can't come over to see us--" "No; that's a howling shame!" said Telson.
"We can't do anything, in fact," continued Parson (now at cup Number 9).
"Why, we haven't had a spree for weeks." "You seemed to think my diary was a spree," said Bosher, meekly.
There was a general laugh at this.
"By the way, have you got it here ?" "No fear! I'll take good care you don't see it again, you cads!" "Eh?
By the way, that reminds me we never paid Bosher out for being a Radical, you fellows," said Parson.
"Oh, no--oh, yes, you did!" cried Bosher.